two words
one hour
two birds
we cower
grey cloud
no time
head bowed
still crime
day turns
night's cold
soul burns
we're old
plain laws
same choice
old cause
rejoice
all days
wind down
some ways
we frown
at peace
no thought
wars cease
hope's caught
all sings
some prance
with wings
you'll dance
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